Page 52 of Ruthless King
He hitches a dark brow, and the corner of his lip lifts. “Don’t lie to me, princess. I can practically see you salivating.”
“I don’t want anything fromyou.” I fold my arms across my chest and assume a fighting stance. “It’s just business, remember? I’ll do my part and you do yours. If I’m not needed on your arm at some event, I’d prefer if you just kept your distance.”
His broad shoulders round, and that irresistible smirk melts away. “I don’t know what you want from me, Stella….” His voice is soft, nothing like the typical deep tenor. It stirs something deep inside.
This entire argument is insane. A part of me knows that very well. What the hell do I want from him? Besides more of that wicked tongue, I can’t even say. This situation is miles beyond fucked up and still, last night, his words cut deep. Especially after what he’d made me feel in that damned bathroom.
He steps closer, and I stagger back. “Tell me what you want.” He drops the tray on the desk and closes the distance between us until he pins me against the wall. His scent floods my senses, bathing every inch of me in him.
His palms smack the wall on either side of my head as he cages me in. With his body this close to mine, a tremor races down my legs. “Don’t,” I murmur.
“Don’t what?” His breath ghosts over my lips.
“Don’t mix business with whatever this is ….” My lower lip trembles.
“Pleasure?” He cocks a dark brow, and that elusive dimple appears.
The air catches in my throat, and an embarrassing whimper escapes. “Luca, please ….” I’m not even sure what the hell I’m asking of him.
He drops to his knees, and those piercing irises lock on mine. The hunger in his gaze steals the remaining air from my lungs. “I—I don’t know how to apologize. I’m not even quite certain what I’m apologizing for, but I’ll do whatever it takes to fix what’s hurting you. I’m not used to feeling powerless, and fuck, I hate it.” Genuine fear darkens his eyes, carves into his strong jaw. “What do you want from me, princess?” he repeats.
I know I can’t have what I want, not to mention how fucked up the idea even is. Discussing emotions with this man is forbidden territory, but there is one thing he can give me, the only way we can connect. “Your mouth on my pussy again.” I’m startled when the words so easily dribble out. Until that very moment, I wasn’t sure what I needed from him. Not to mention, I’ve never been so forward in voicing my sexual desires—except with him.
A devastating smile parts his lips, and a glint of wickedness flashes across those darting eyes. His hands slip beneath the towel and grip my bare ass, fingers digging into my flesh. His mouth covers the juncture of my thighs, and his words vibrate through the plush cloth. “It would be my pleasure.”
A tremor skates up my spine, spilling goosebumps over my arms and legs. Already, they feel like jelly, and he’s barely touched me.
“I dreamt about this sweet pussy all night, princess,” he growls against my mound. “Dio, what you do to me. Your taste is … addictive.” He catches my gaze and his tongue flicks out, devastatingly slowly, he drags it across those full lips.
I’m trapped, caught in that smoldering look that has my core on fire. Every part of me wants to drop down to the floor beside him and capture his lips. Not only because Caroline told me it was forbidden, but because I need to taste him.
Luca rips my towel off and tosses it onto the bed.
“Madonna, sei bellissima,” he whispers the words like a prayer. “More beautiful than I ever could have imagined.” His heated gaze streaks up my body and pauses on the hearts inked across my left breast.
Cool air hits my heated skin and another wave of goosebumps puckers my flesh. He diverts his gaze and presses his nose to my dark curls. And inhales. Oh,Dio. I suck in a sharp breath along with him.
“Mmm, sunshine and rainbows,” he murmurs.
My hazy thoughts flicker to last night. It’s the second time he’s said the exact same phrase. I make a mental note to ask him about it later because right now all I can focus on is his nose running through my damp folds.
His tongue flicks out again, short quick bursts as he tastes me.
“Mmm, you’re so wet for me, princess, so ready.” His hand crawls up my torso, blindly searching. It finally finds my breast and settles around the sensitive spot. His fingers tease and twist my nipple into a tight peak.
A moan tears free, and I reach for his hair, twining my fingers through the thick waves. Then he slows, licking in a sultry, leisurely pace, up and down my center as he clings to my ass and drives my hips to his face.
Hedevoursme.
That tongue is pure sin. It circles my clit, faster and faster, then slows, drawing out the roaring pleasure. I can barely stand anymore.
“Luca …,” I pant.
His hands move to my thighs, and he must feel the quiver because he drops to his stomach and slides between my legs then spins around. His eyes lock on mine as he wedges his head between my bare feet. “Sit, like a good girl.”
“Excuse me?” I rasp out.
“I want your delicious pussy on my face. I want to see all of you. Can you do that for me?”
